I am a blogger in pajamas. No, seriously, I am, right now, in my pajamas. It’s totally true. I’m not in my parents’ basement, however. My parents don’t have a basement, and I haven’t lived there for 20 years anyway.
On the other hand, it’s also totally true that my reviews written while I am in pajamas have been scientifically demonstrated to be 67.3 percent more bullshit than the ones written when I am not in pajamas. (We controlled for the basement factor by having me write some reviews in pajamas while sitting on the stoop outside, which is as close as I can come to a basement in my apartment house.) I’m sure all my dear readers are perfectly able to determine which reviews were written by me in pajamas, and which reviews were not. I think you’re all smart enough to make those distinctions for yourselves.
Wait, liberal elites wear pajamas? Shouldn’t it be smoking jackets and monocles in our pompous sized libraries?
Of course the pajama-elite can’t be trusted to tell the truth because Real Americans don’t know how to use computers.